I flew back to Baltimore yesterday. There was a giant snowstorm sweeping through the east. Would it make for a bumpy ride? I decided to just preemptively take Dramamine. On my trip from Lincoln to Minneapolis, I was flat-out unconscious. I even missed the drink service.
I had three hours in the Minneapolis airport. I had second breakfast, then read a little and dozed a little. I didn’t have a seat assignment for the flight to Baltimore and had to get it at the gate. The gate agents were very flustered. I asked if it would be possible to get me a seat towards the front. They said they would call me up when it was time to get my ticket. Fifteen minutes later, I was receiving my ticket. For row 35. Dang.
It was the second-to-last row. I was in the window seat. At least it had a window, I guess. I pulled up the shade:
It was the engine. My view was completely blocked by the engine. What’s more, I could hear every slight change in the sound of the engines as we flew. Thankfully, I had taken another Dramamine. I slept until the last thirty minutes of the flight. It was a rough landing. Thankfully, the woman next to me wasn’t hiding her fear as good as I was, and her fiancee was making fun of her. They were both effectively distracted from my gasps of terror and my reflexive grip on the armrests.